Snakes Blood

I see snakes as false profits, claiming God as their master;
Placing their hands upon the weak and, crushing the thoughts of the free;
Sly and quick witted, Silver tounges of serpentine, gnarled and twisted, their bodies as corrupt as their minds;
Angel are dying and, falling from heaven;
Our children suffer and starve;
While we stare parrelless, gawking like hollowed drones in masses praising the snakes;
Wide eyed and helpless, we search for divinity in man;
Useless as helpless we walk behind Jesus unable to fulfill our gifts;
The snakes in men run our countries, and enslave our minds, still we listen, still we watch, still we praise them;
Well the answer for me, Is the charmer I be;
waving my limbs frantically to draw them to me;
Just as they near , my heart has no fear;
These snakes are destroying the fabric of man; preying on our lust for idols;
Squeezing the very good out of life, Turning men into slaves, young women into whores,and children into lovers;
Can we be so sick, so blind, so very far from god? I draw my sword and, strike them dead;
Covered in their blood I am triumphant in gods eyes;
Know this I am free, I think for myself and, I serve the Lord, and I hear only his guidance;
Follow No snakes where you may wander, the path they lead is trenched in blood.
Vixen Starr